Huayu 2002, I'm going to dominate the music scene!

Chapter 104 Cohabitation

Song Mo put her phone aside, got out of bed, walked barefoot to the window, and pulled back the curtains.

Sunlight streamed in, illuminating the entire room.

He stood there for a while, then turned and went upstairs to wash up.

I saw a small red mark on my neck in the mirror. It wasn't big, but the location was quite obvious.

He tilted his head and looked at it for two seconds, then touched it with his finger; it was a little itchy.

He thought for a moment, then pulled a T-shirt with a high collar from the closet and put it on.

After finishing everything, he leaned back on the sofa, his mind still replaying the events of last night.

I was supposed to take her home last night, but I ended up getting myself into trouble.

It's true that the more beautiful a woman is, the more likely she is to lie.

But then again, women are indeed made of water, so moist.

My phone vibrated again. This time it wasn't Gao Yuanyuan, it was An Ming.

"Awake?" An Ming's voice came from the other end of the phone, sounding a bit energetic. "Regarding Yichun, President Zhou called me again this morning. The contract details are basically finalized. Are you free today? Come over, let's finalize the draft, and then sign it."

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Song Mo leaned back on the sofa: "Okay, what time?"

"Come over here around 2 PM. Have you had lunch yet? If not, come over and eat. Is there a decent dumpling restaurant near the company?"

"Never mind, I'll go out to eat later." Song Mo didn't want to eat dumplings at noon.

After hanging up the phone, Song Mo put his phone on the coffee table and stared at the ceiling for a while.

He actually drank quite a bit last night, and he's forgotten many of the details. It's a pity we can't relive those moments.

He thought for a moment, then went downstairs to wash the sheets and her clothes from yesterday.

This woman went straight to the film set. If this isn't dealt with, who knows what will happen when she comes back.

He had just stuffed the sheets and the clothes he had changed into yesterday into the washing machine when he heard a click, and then the door opened.

Song Mo looked up and saw a fair-skinned middle-aged woman standing in the doorway. Her face bore a resemblance to Gao Yuanyuan's. She was carrying two bags and looked at him with a panicked expression: "Oh dear, who are you? What are you doing here?"

These days, the public security isn't very good, so she instinctively reached out to take out her phone and call the police.

Song Mo was also startled by her sudden appearance, but fortunately he had seen Gao Yuanyuan's family photo and knew that she was her mother.

He immediately spoke up: "Auntie, you must be Yuanyuan's mother. I'm Yuanyuan's friend, and I live upstairs. Didn't she go to the film set? She asked me to tidy up her room for her."

Mrs. Gao looked at him with a mixture of disbelief and skepticism, her gaze sweeping over him from head to toe. Suddenly, her expression brightened, and her voice rose a half-octave: "You're that Song Mo? The one who sings?"

She clearly remembered that this guy had a scandal with her daughter back then, and it even made it into a magazine.

A while ago, my daughter kept telling me how talented this kid was and how well his first album did.

When Song Mo saw that she recognized him, he immediately breathed a sigh of relief and nodded quickly.

"That's right, my name is Song Mo."

After realizing it was Song Mo, Gao's mother's expression quickly changed from panic to scrutiny, and she bombarded her with questions: "When did you move in here? Are you living together?"

Song Mo quickly waved his hand: "No, no, I live upstairs. Sister Yuanyuan asked me to help look after the house."

He secretly rejoiced that he had arrived in time; the sheets were already stuffed into the washing machine. If the signs of the battle on them had been seen, it would have been troublesome.

The woman stared at him for several seconds, her expression softening considerably. She put down the bag, changed her shoes, and came in, muttering, "How could I let you do this? It's really unbecoming for a girl."

Song Mo quickly took over the conversation, smiling and saying, "Auntie, please don't blame her. I offered to help. Please sit down, I'll pour you a glass of water."

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He poured a glass of water and handed it to her. The woman sat down on the sofa, took the glass, and kept looking at his face.

"How old are you this year?"

"twenty."

"Where is your home located?"

"From Hunan Province."

What do your parents do?

"It's gone."

Upon hearing this answer, Gao's mother's face turned a little embarrassed. Forgetting to ask any further questions, she quickly said, "Oh, why did I ask all this? I'm so sorry, thank you so much for helping Yuanyuan tidy up today."

"It's alright, Sister Yuanyuan is my friend, and I'm her neighbor, so it's very convenient," Song Mo said with a smile.

Song Mo has been in this world for so long that he has long been used to it. Although he still misses his parents in the other world, he also understands that he can't go back.

Perhaps sensing something, Gao's mother's tone softened even more: "If you need anything in the future, just tell Yuanyuan. You're friends, so you should take care of each other. Come to my house sometime, and I'll cook you something delicious."

"Thank you so much, Auntie. I'll definitely go." Song Mo smiled brightly.

Looking at Song Mo's smile, Gao's mother couldn't help but feel much better.

"Alright, since you've helped her tidy up, I'll be going now. Here, take these things; she doesn't know when she'll be back, so don't let them spoil." Gao's mother handed the bag of fruit to Song Mo.

Song Mo didn't stand on ceremony and accepted it directly. "Okay, then I won't be polite. I'll come to see you and Uncle next time."

A smile spread across Gao's mother's face. "Okay, I definitely have to come."

The door closed, and Song Mo leaned against the wall, letting out a long sigh.

It has to be said, it was quite exciting. He had just had a one-night stand with someone's daughter, and the very next day, her mother came knocking on his door.

On the other side, Gao's mother, who had just left the house, immediately called Gao Yuanyuan.

"Gao Yuanyuan!!!"

Hearing the angry roar on the other end of the phone, Gao Yuanyuan knew something was wrong. As everyone knows, you should be on high alert when your mother calls you by your full name.

She asked nervously, "Mom? What's wrong?"

"What's wrong? You dare ask me what's wrong? Tell me honestly, when did you start living with him?" Gao's mother asked in rapid succession.

Gao Yuanyuan was completely bewildered. "What cohabitation? Who is it?"

"You still won't admit it, huh? I saw him at your house all day." Mrs. Gao sneered.

Gao Yuanyuan instantly understood, and couldn't help but grumble inwardly, "Lazybones, why haven't you left yet?" But she still wouldn't let it go, "Oh, you mean Song Mo? She's my neighbor, she lives upstairs. I went to the film set, so I just asked him to help look after her. How did you turn it into living together?"

Hearing Gao Yuanyuan's words, Gao's mother breathed a sigh of relief. She had just listened to Song Mo's words, but she didn't quite believe them, so she immediately called to test her usually bold daughter.

"You really didn't live together?" Her tone softened.

Gao Yuanyuan seized the opportunity and immediately replied firmly, "Really, he lives upstairs. I was in a hurry, so I asked him to help me tidy up. Why didn't you tell me you were going?"

But Gao's mother wasn't so easily dismissed, and immediately asked again, "Then why didn't you tell me before?"

"Didn't he just become famous recently? He said he wanted to move to a different place, and luckily the landlord had a vacant apartment, so he just moved in." Gao Yuanyuan immediately added a patch.

Hearing her explanation, Gao's mother finally felt relieved. Her expression softened, and she said meaningfully, "Although Xiao Song is a good child, he is only 20 years old, which is too young. He is three or four years younger than you."

He then coughed lightly twice: "Besides, her background is pitiful. You should be careful when you're friends with her. How about this, next time you come back, bring Xiao Song home with you."

Gao Yuanyuan was stunned when she heard her mother say this. What kind of unexpected turn of events was this?

One second they're questioning whether you're living together, the next they want to bring you home.

She hesitated before speaking, "Isn't this a bit inconvenient? Why would we suddenly ask someone to come to our house?"

"Don't worry about it, I've already talked to him about it." After saying that, Gao's mother hung up the phone.

Gao Yuanyuan listened to the busy tone on her phone and shook her head helplessly. She just couldn't understand her mother.